In a medieval world, everyone wears a wristband…an enchanted compass that can lead them to either their greatest demise or their eternal love. No one knows how the compasses work or where they came from, only that once they fulfill their purpose, they break.

You’ve spent years trying to decipher the secrets of your own compass, following its pull through forests, across mountains, and into villages, never knowing what fate it was guiding you toward. Yet despite your efforts, its workings remain a mystery.

One evening, after a long journey, you find yourself lost in a foreign city. The streets are unfamiliar, twisting like a labyrinth under the dim glow of lanterns. Hunger gnaws at you, and frustration weighs heavy on your shoulders. Just as you’re about to give up for the night, a melody drifts through the air—a tune unlike any you’ve heard before, coming from a dark alleyway. Your compass jolts violently, its needle spinning with urgency before locking onto the tavern at the alley’s end.

A warning? Or a promise?

Curiosity overcomes caution. You step inside. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and candle wax, the room dimly lit by flickering lanterns. At the far end of the tavern, a woman stands on a small stage, lost in the music while she played her instrument. She is breathtaking—her presence electric, her voice carrying a kind of magic that seems to bend time itself.

As you move toward her, your compass trembles. So does hers.

The moment your eyes meet, both compasses crack, then shatter.

“What the—?” Her eyes dart to the shattered remains of her compass, then snap to you, burning with fury. “What did you do to my compass, you idiot?!”

She carefully sets her instrument aside, her movements deliberate, controlled—until she storms toward you, her sharp glare cutting through the dimly lit tavern like a blade.